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FredericArthur (Fred) Clark

Frederic
Arthur (Fred) Clark, who had tired of reading obituaries noting other's
courageous battles with this or that disease, wanted it known that he
lost his battle as a result of an automobile accident
on June 18, 2006. True to Fred's personal style, his final hours were
spent joking with medical personnel while he whimpered, cussed, begged
for narcotics and bargained with God to look over his wife and kids. He
loved his family. His heart beat faster when his wife of 37 years Alice
Rennie Clark entered the room and saddened a little when she left. His
legacy was the good works performed by his sons, Frederic Arthur Clark
III and Andrew Douglas Clark MD, PhD., along with Andy's wife, Sara
Morgan Clark. Fred's back straightened and chest puffed out when he
heard the Star Spangled Banner and his eyes teared when he heard Amazing
Grace. He wouldn't abide self important tight *censored*. Always an
interested observer of politics, particularly what the process does to
its participants, he was amused by politician's outrage when we lie to
them and amazed at what the voters would tolerate. His final wishes were
"throw the bums out and don't elect lawyers" (though it seems to make
little difference). During his life he excelled at mediocrity. He loved
to hear and tell jokes, especially short ones due to his limited
attention span. He had a life long love affair with bacon, butter,
cigars and bourbon. You always knew what Fred was thinking much to the
dismay of his friend and family. His sons said of Fred, "he was often
wrong, but never in doubt". When his family was asked what they
remembered about Fred, they fondly recalled how Fred never peed in the
shower - on purpose. He died at MCV Hospital and sadly was deprived of
his final wish which was to be run over by a beer truck
on the way to the liquor store to buy booze for a double date to
include his wife, Rush Limbaugh and Ann Coulter to crash an ACLU
cocktail party. In lieu of flowers, Fred asks that you make a sizable
purchase at your local ABC store or Virginia winery (please, nothing
French - the *censored*) and get rip roaring drunk at home with someone
you love or hope to make love to. Word of caution though, don't go out
in public to drink because of the alcohol related laws our elected
officials have passed due to their inexplicable terror at the sight of a
MADD lobbyist and overwhelming compulsion to meddle in our lives. No
funeral or service is planned. However, a party will be held to
celebrate Fred's life. It will be held in Midlothian, Va. Email
fredsmemory@yahoo.com for more information. Fred's ashes will be fired
from his favorite cannon at a private party on the Great Wicomico River
where he had a home for 25 years. Additionally, all of Fred's friend
(sic) will be asked to gather in a phone booth, to be designated in the
future, to have a drink and wonder, "Fred who?"

Published in Richmond Times-Dispatch on July 9, 2006

- See more at: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/timesdispatch/obituary.aspx?pid=18382676#fbLoggedOut

Did you hear about that bizarre obituary that was published in the Reno Gazette yesterday?

It was about a woman who, according to her six children, spent her life torturing them in every way possible and they are "grateful that she's finally dead."I'm reminded of the Moms Mabley joke:"My husband passed away a few years ago and, well uh.....they say you shouldn't say anything about a deceased person unless it's good. So......he's dead. Good."I assume the Reno Obituary is legitimate. If it's some kind of prank or joke, it sure ain't funny.

But, we live in strange times.I don't know if it's a trend or not, but I've noticed that more and more obituaries are being written by the deceased (before their death, of course). One of my favorites was published a few years ago in the Richmond Dispatch:Frederic Arthur (Fred) Clark,
who had tired of reading obituaries noting other's courageous battles
with this or that disease, wanted it known that he lost his battle as a
result of an automobile accident
on June 18, 2006. True to Fred's personal style, his final hours were
spent joking with medical personnel while he whimpered, cussed, begged
for narcotics and bargained with God to look over his wife and kids.
During his life he excelled at mediocrity. He loved to hear and tell
jokes, especially short ones due to his limited attention span.

When his family was asked what they remembered about Fred, they
fondly recalled how Fred never peed in the shower - on purpose. He died
at MCV Hospital and sadly was deprived of his final wish which was to be
run over by a beer truck
on the way to the liquor store to buy booze for a double date to
include his wife, Rush Limbaugh and Ann Coulter to crash an ACLU
cocktail party.

In lieu of flowers, Fred asks that you make a sizable
purchase at your local ABC store or Virginia winery (please, nothing
French - the *censored*) and get rip roaring drunk at home with someone
you love or hope to make love to. Additionally, all of Fred's friend
(sic) will be asked to gather in a phone booth, to be designated in the
future, to have a drink and wonder, "Fred who?"

And then there is this one:

One of the few advantages of dying from Grade 3, Stage IIIC endometrial
cancer, recurrent and metastasized to the liver and abdomen, is that you
have time to write your own obituary. (The other advantages are no
longer bothering with sunscreen and no longer worrying about your
cholesterol.)

Jane Lotter

To wit:

I was born in Seattle on August 10, 1952, at Northgate Hospital
(since torn down) at Northgate Mall. Grew up in Shoreline, attended
Shorecrest High, graduated from the University of Washington in 1975
with a Bachelor of Arts in History. In my professional life, I was a freelance writer, editor, and
proofreader. Among career honors, I received a First Place Society of
Professional Journalists award for Humorous Writing for my column Jane
Explains, which ran from 1999-2005 in the Jet City Maven, later called
The Seattle Sun. I was preceded in death by my generous and loving parents, Michael
Gallagher Lotter and Margaret Anne Lotter (nee Robertson), and by my
dear younger sister, Julie Marie Lotter. I am survived by my beloved
husband, Robert ("Bob") Lee Marts, and our two adult children: daughter,
Tessa Jane Marts, and son, Riley William Marts. Also my dear sisters
Barbara Lotter Azzato, Kathleen Nora Lahti, and Patricia Anne Crisp
(husband Adrian). And many much-loved nieces and nephews, in-laws, and
friends.

I met Bob Marts at the Central Tavern in Pioneer Square on November
22, 1975, which was the luckiest night of my life. We were married on
April 7, 1984. Bobby M, I love you up to the sky. Thank you for all the
laughter and the love, and for standing by me at the end. Tessa and
Riley, I love you so much, and I'm so proud of you. I wish you such good
things. May you, every day, connect with the brilliancy of your own
spirit. And may you always remember that obstacles in the path are not
obstacles, they ARE the path.

I believe we are each of us connected to every person and everything
on this Earth, that we are in fact one divine organism having an
infinite spiritual existence. Of course, we may not always comprehend
that. And really, that's a discussion for another time.

So let's cut to
the chase:

I was given the gift of life, and now I have to give it back. This is
hard. But I was a lucky woman, who led a lucky existence, and for this I
am grateful. I first got sick in January 2010. When the cancer recurred
last year and was terminal, I decided to be joyful about having had a
full life, rather than sad about having to die. Amazingly, this outlook
worked for me. (Well, you know, most of the time.)

Meditation and the
study of Buddhist philosophy also helped me accept what I could not
change. At any rate, I am at peace. And on that upbeat note, I take my
mortal leave of this rollicking, revolving world-this sun, that moon,
that walk around Green Lake, that stroll through the Pike Place Market,
the memory of a child's hand in mine.

My beloved Bob, Tessa, and Riley. My beloved friends and family. How
precious you all have been to me. Knowing and loving each one of you was
the success story of my life. Metaphorically speaking, we will meet
again, joyfully, on the other side.

Beautiful day, happy to have been here.

XOXO, Jane/Mom(Seattle-based author and editor Jane Catherine Lotter had many
accomplishments in her life — notably, a weekly humor column called
“Jane Explains” and a recently published comic novel, The Bette Davis Club)

FredericArthur (Fred) Clark

Frederic
Arthur (Fred) Clark, who had tired of reading obituaries noting other's
courageous battles with this or that disease, wanted it known that he
lost his battle as a result of an automobile accident
on June 18, 2006. True to Fred's personal style, his final hours were
spent joking with medical personnel while he whimpered, cussed, begged
for narcotics and bargained with God to look over his wife and kids. He
loved his family. His heart beat faster when his wife of 37 years Alice
Rennie Clark entered the room and saddened a little when she left. His
legacy was the good works performed by his sons, Frederic Arthur Clark
III and Andrew Douglas Clark MD, PhD., along with Andy's wife, Sara
Morgan Clark. Fred's back straightened and chest puffed out when he
heard the Star Spangled Banner and his eyes teared when he heard Amazing
Grace. He wouldn't abide self important tight *censored*. Always an
interested observer of politics, particularly what the process does to
its participants, he was amused by politician's outrage when we lie to
them and amazed at what the voters would tolerate. His final wishes were
"throw the bums out and don't elect lawyers" (though it seems to make
little difference). During his life he excelled at mediocrity. He loved
to hear and tell jokes, especially short ones due to his limited
attention span. He had a life long love affair with bacon, butter,
cigars and bourbon. You always knew what Fred was thinking much to the
dismay of his friend and family. His sons said of Fred, "he was often
wrong, but never in doubt". When his family was asked what they
remembered about Fred, they fondly recalled how Fred never peed in the
shower - on purpose. He died at MCV Hospital and sadly was deprived of
his final wish which was to be run over by a beer truck
on the way to the liquor store to buy booze for a double date to
include his wife, Rush Limbaugh and Ann Coulter to crash an ACLU
cocktail party. In lieu of flowers, Fred asks that you make a sizable
purchase at your local ABC store or Virginia winery (please, nothing
French - the *censored*) and get rip roaring drunk at home with someone
you love or hope to make love to. Word of caution though, don't go out
in public to drink because of the alcohol related laws our elected
officials have passed due to their inexplicable terror at the sight of a
MADD lobbyist and overwhelming compulsion to meddle in our lives. No
funeral or service is planned. However, a party will be held to
celebrate Fred's life. It will be held in Midlothian, Va. Email
fredsmemory@yahoo.com for more information. Fred's ashes will be fired
from his favorite cannon at a private party on the Great Wicomico River
where he had a home for 25 years. Additionally, all of Fred's friend
(sic) will be asked to gather in a phone booth, to be designated in the
future, to have a drink and wonder, "Fred who?"

Published in Richmond Times-Dispatch on July 9, 2006

- See more at: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/timesdispatch/obituary.aspx?pid=18382676#fbLoggedOut

FredericArthur (Fred) Clark

Frederic
Arthur (Fred) Clark, who had tired of reading obituaries noting other's
courageous battles with this or that disease, wanted it known that he
lost his battle as a result of an automobile accident
on June 18, 2006. True to Fred's personal style, his final hours were
spent joking with medical personnel while he whimpered, cussed, begged
for narcotics and bargained with God to look over his wife and kids. He
loved his family. His heart beat faster when his wife of 37 years Alice
Rennie Clark entered the room and saddened a little when she left. His
legacy was the good works performed by his sons, Frederic Arthur Clark
III and Andrew Douglas Clark MD, PhD., along with Andy's wife, Sara
Morgan Clark. Fred's back straightened and chest puffed out when he
heard the Star Spangled Banner and his eyes teared when he heard Amazing
Grace. He wouldn't abide self important tight *censored*. Always an
interested observer of politics, particularly what the process does to
its participants, he was amused by politician's outrage when we lie to
them and amazed at what the voters would tolerate. His final wishes were
"throw the bums out and don't elect lawyers" (though it seems to make
little difference). During his life he excelled at mediocrity. He loved
to hear and tell jokes, especially short ones due to his limited
attention span. He had a life long love affair with bacon, butter,
cigars and bourbon. You always knew what Fred was thinking much to the
dismay of his friend and family. His sons said of Fred, "he was often
wrong, but never in doubt". When his family was asked what they
remembered about Fred, they fondly recalled how Fred never peed in the
shower - on purpose. He died at MCV Hospital and sadly was deprived of
his final wish which was to be run over by a beer truck
on the way to the liquor store to buy booze for a double date to
include his wife, Rush Limbaugh and Ann Coulter to crash an ACLU
cocktail party. In lieu of flowers, Fred asks that you make a sizable
purchase at your local ABC store or Virginia winery (please, nothing
French - the *censored*) and get rip roaring drunk at home with someone
you love or hope to make love to. Word of caution though, don't go out
in public to drink because of the alcohol related laws our elected
officials have passed due to their inexplicable terror at the sight of a
MADD lobbyist and overwhelming compulsion to meddle in our lives. No
funeral or service is planned. However, a party will be held to
celebrate Fred's life. It will be held in Midlothian, Va. Email
fredsmemory@yahoo.com for more information. Fred's ashes will be fired
from his favorite cannon at a private party on the Great Wicomico River
where he had a home for 25 years. Additionally, all of Fred's friend
(sic) will be asked to gather in a phone booth, to be designated in the
future, to have a drink and wonder, "Fred who?"

Published in Richmond Times-Dispatch on July 9, 2006

- See more at: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/timesdispatch/obituary.aspx?pid=18382676#fbLoggedOut

Frederic
Arthur (Fred) Clark, who had tired of reading obituaries noting other's
courageous battles with this or that disease, wanted it known that he
lost his battle as a result of an automobile accident on June 18, 2006.
True to Fred's personal style, his final hours were spent joking with
medical personnel while he whimpered, cussed, begged for narcotics and
bargained with God to look over his wife and kids. He loved his family.
His heart beat faster when his wife of 37 years Alice Rennie Clark
entered the room and saddened a little when she left. His legacy was the
good works performed by his sons, Frederic Arthur Clark III and Andrew
Douglas Clark MD, PhD., along with Andy's wife, Sara Morgan Clark.
Fred's back straightened and chest puffed out when he heard the Star
Spangled Banner and his eyes teared when he heard Amazing Grace. He
wouldn't abide self important tight *censored*. Always an interested
observer of politics, particularly what the process does to its
participants, he was amused by politician's outrage when we lie to them
and amazed at what the voters would tolerate. His final wishes were
"throw the bums out and don't elect lawyers" (though it seems to make
little difference). During his life he excelled at mediocrity. He loved
to hear and tell jokes, especially short ones due to his limited
attention span. He had a life long love affair with bacon, butter,
cigars and bourbon. You always knew what Fred was thinking much to the
dismay of his friend and family. His sons said of Fred, "he was often
wrong, but never in doubt". When his family was asked what they
remembered about Fred, they fondly recalled how Fred never peed in the
shower - on purpose. He died at MCV Hospital and sadly was deprived of
his final wish which was to be run over by a beer truck on the way to
the liquor store to buy booze for a double date to include his wife,
Rush Limbaugh and Ann Coulter to crash an ACLU cocktail party. In lieu
of flowers, Fred asks that you make a sizable purchase at your local ABC
store or Virginia winery (please, nothing French - the *censored*) and
get rip roaring drunk at home with someone you love or hope to make love
to. Word of caution though, don't go out in public to drink because of
the alcohol related laws our elected officials have passed due to their
inexplicable terror at the sight of a MADD lobbyist and overwhelming
compulsion to meddle in our lives. No funeral or service is planned.
However, a party will be held to celebrate Fred's life. It will be held
in Midlothian, Va. Email fredsmemory@yahoo.com for more information.
Fred's ashes will be fired from his favorite cannon at a private party
on the Great Wicomico River where he had a home for 25 years.
Additionally, all of Fred's friend (sic) will be asked to gather in a
phone booth, to be designated in the future, to have a drink and wonder,
"Fred who?"

Frederic
Arthur (Fred) Clark, who had tired of reading obituaries noting other's
courageous battles with this or that disease, wanted it known that he
lost his battle as a result of an automobile accident on June 18, 2006.
True to Fred's personal style, his final hours were spent joking with
medical personnel while he whimpered, cussed, begged for narcotics and
bargained with God to look over his wife and kids. He loved his family.
His heart beat faster when his wife of 37 years Alice Rennie Clark
entered the room and saddened a little when she left. His legacy was the
good works performed by his sons, Frederic Arthur Clark III and Andrew
Douglas Clark MD, PhD., along with Andy's wife, Sara Morgan Clark.
Fred's back straightened and chest puffed out when he heard the Star
Spangled Banner and his eyes teared when he heard Amazing Grace. He
wouldn't abide self important tight *censored*. Always an interested
observer of politics, particularly what the process does to its
participants, he was amused by politician's outrage when we lie to them
and amazed at what the voters would tolerate. His final wishes were
"throw the bums out and don't elect lawyers" (though it seems to make
little difference). During his life he excelled at mediocrity. He loved
to hear and tell jokes, especially short ones due to his limited
attention span. He had a life long love affair with bacon, butter,
cigars and bourbon. You always knew what Fred was thinking much to the
dismay of his friend and family. His sons said of Fred, "he was often
wrong, but never in doubt". When his family was asked what they
remembered about Fred, they fondly recalled how Fred never peed in the
shower - on purpose. He died at MCV Hospital and sadly was deprived of
his final wish which was to be run over by a beer truck on the way to
the liquor store to buy booze for a double date to include his wife,
Rush Limbaugh and Ann Coulter to crash an ACLU cocktail party. In lieu
of flowers, Fred asks that you make a sizable purchase at your local ABC
store or Virginia winery (please, nothing French - the *censored*) and
get rip roaring drunk at home with someone you love or hope to make love
to. Word of caution though, don't go out in public to drink because of
the alcohol related laws our elected officials have passed due to their
inexplicable terror at the sight of a MADD lobbyist and overwhelming
compulsion to meddle in our lives. No funeral or service is planned.
However, a party will be held to celebrate Fred's life. It will be held
in Midlothian, Va. Email fredsmemory@yahoo.com for more information.
Fred's ashes will be fired from his favorite cannon at a private party
on the Great Wicomico River where he had a home for 25 years.
Additionally, all of Fred's friend (sic) will be asked to gather in a
phone booth, to be designated in the future, to have a drink and wonder,
"Fred who?"

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Don’t be trapped by dogma – which is living with the results of other people’s thinking.

Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice.

And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition.

They somehow already know what you truly want to become.

Everything else is secondary.

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